Luo Ling handed her a cup of tea and asked gently, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she replied with a faint smile. She was sensitive enough to sense that someone was looking at her, but when she looked around, she didn't see anyone.
Below the seat far away, the masked young man bent his finger and flicked the wine cup in front of him. A white jade ring on his finger emitted a faint jade-colored light.
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No one expected such an occurrence to happen during the tribute banquet. Shen Xin, who had just returned to the capital, stole the show perfectly all thanks to his daughter. No matter what the outcome was, such a high-profile return made people a little afraid.
In the princes' section, Fu Xiuyi's expression had changed from that of a relaxed to serious. From time to time, he would throw glances at Shen Xin. Occasionally, his gaze would stop at the purple-clothed girl sitting quietly.
